A man can not be sustained on good, wholesome family life alone. Â Or, at least, I can’t. Â On a regular basis I like to head to my local casino, Hollywood Park. Â It’s not just for the poker either. The place is a real melting pot and I get to rub elbows with people from walks of life I may never have the chance to otherwise.
I know a lot of people that are alarmingly similar. Â CPAs, dentists, and an assload of regional managers. As you might guess, this gets boring. Â The casino, on the other hand, is full of characters that you would probably would never meet anywhere but the casino.
I love it.
Playing with people from all walks of life is what makes poker great. Â I can’t think of a better common denominator. I learn more about humanity at the table than I would at a lifetime of Neighborhood Watch meetings. Â Okay fine, I don’t go to Neighborhood Watch meetings. That’s what regional managers are for. Where else can I hear from an ex-gangleader the way to make money is buying foreclosed homes from HUD, Housing Urban Development or something like that. Â Dude was a millionaire. Â Or maybe he was lying. Â Either way I don’t care. Â I’m definitely not going to meet the rock tight porn director at one of these sushi rolling parties my wife tells me we’ve been invited to. Â Actually maybe I would. Â But at the sushi party he’s not going into the details of the girl on girl scene gone bad because one of the actresses had some bad ceviche for lunch.
I play poker to meet people I normally wouldn’t.
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